Poor Jack looked devestated when he realised his poop that he was obviously holding had fallen out. Mummy shared in the emotion as Jack had no nappy on and was on the sofa at the time. Still I put on my best Mary Poppins voice and dunked him in the shower, telling a crying toddler with poo all over himself that it was okay and that he needed to shout POO POO! Mike is in the other room with a look of horror trying to scrape clay like poop off our armchair! A squeaky clean Jack runs through, looks intently into his empty potty and announces ‘oh dear!’. This potty training thing is going to take a while!